A sigh of relief, a chuckle, and a groan

My mom has just moved to a town 2 1/2 hours away. On Saturday I drove down to give her our old dining table and chairs. The trip was remarkably pleasant considering she is bipolar and has epilepsy and ADHD. It really wears me out sometimes to spend a lot of time with her, but I think since she's so excited about her new surroundings that the difficulties caused by these orders were somewhat dormant. Whew.

On the way home, 2 things of interest caught my eye while driving north on Colorado Highway 115.

The first was a sign which read "COME EXPLORE THE EXCITING WORLD OF GIANT TROPICAL INSECTS." If I had been a comic book character, a thought bubble full of question marks would have appeared above my head. Shortly after, I saw this similar sign and apparition:

Mind you, that giant beastie was the size of a car. When I got home my friend Google helped me piece together the puzzle. Apparently the May Museumcontains the private insect collection that some rich dude gathered in the 30s and 40s and opted to display on his Colorado ranch. He also seems to have purchased up a bunch of NASA photos to create a "Space Museum". Quirky, out-of-place, and a bit morbid - I love it! Will have to take the nephew there next time he's in town.

The second notable piece of scenery was a billboard which read "Abortion is always wrong. -God". This was my first cue that I had reached Colorado Springs, the birthplace of the deplorable anti-gay group Focus on the Family and the glaring neon scarlet dot on Colorado's political map. Please. If I wanted to be preached to, I'd go to church.